Sky-high ex-wife refuses to remarry

Under the bright crystal chandelier, the man was sitting in a wheelchair. He was wearing a black mask, his body was indifferent, and his eyes were deep, staring closely at the girl standing on the stairs.

As soon as he said this, the air suddenly became quiet, so quiet that one could hear the sound of a needle falling to the ground.

Qiao Zhanbei said that in order to repay his kindness, he would stay with this girl and break up with her.

Ye Mian regained his composure, exhaled heavily from his nostrils, and snorted lightly, "Qiao Zhanbei, do you think I will believe such a clumsy reason for breaking up?"

The man looked slightly stiff, and he gave the girl on the stairs a look.

The girl regained her senses and went down the stairs, "Brother Qiao, do you still want to make a promise to me? Don't——I don't want to be a mistress."

Her words slapped Qiao Zhanbei in the face, exposing his lie.

Qiao Zhanbei stared at the girl with displeasure.

Ye Mian raised her lips, and she glanced at the girl gratefully, only to see that she shrank her neck and rushed to the kitchen quickly.

In the huge living room of the villa, only the two of them were left.

"Qiao Zhanbei, what else do you want to say?" Ye Mian looked at him and asked.

Qiao Zhanbei steered the wheelchair and drove towards the elevator entrance.

In order to facilitate his movement, he specially bought this villa with an elevator at that time.

Ye Mian immediately caught up.

The smooth and bright walls in the elevator reflected their figures.

The man was sitting in a wheelchair, with a decadent body, a tall and elegant woman standing beside him, shining brightly.

Looking at this scene, Qiao Zhanbei felt as if someone had cut his heart hard.

The elevator doors opened quickly, and he got out quickly.

Ye Mian caught up.

"Qiao Zhanbei, are you avoiding me and your family because of your injured legs?" She asked him angrily.

He just wanted to use that straight ball girl to force her to break up.

Qiao Zhanbei turned the wheelchair around abruptly. He pointed at his legs, and gritted his teeth uncontrollably, and said to her, "It's not a simple injury, it's a permanent paralysis of the lower body. I don't feel anything below the waist. I couldn't take care of myself at first, and I won't be able to in the future." humane!"

The man stared at her viciously, on the surface he was staring at her, but in fact he was staring at himself. In an intimate relationship, the lover is a mirror of oneself.

He couldn't accept himself now, couldn't face Ye Mian.

Saying these words, he felt that his self-esteem was also shattered.

Lower body, permanently paralyzed, inhumane...

Ye Mian's throat was choked and her heart clenched, not only felt sorry for his physical trauma, but also felt sorry for his mental torment.

He is such a proud, strong, delicate person...

She walked towards him, he backed away, avoiding her eyes, and she immediately stopped.

Ye Mian looked at him with tears, and said in a hoarse voice: "Brother Qiao, you fell from such a high cliff, it is a great gift to be alive, when I was looking for you, I was thinking, even if you are missing arms Legs, even if you fall into a vegetable, as long as you have a breath, I will be thankful."

"No matter what you become, as long as you live and stay with me, I feel happy."

Words and sentences, from the heart.

Qiao Zhanbei pulled the corner of his mouth and took off the mask on his face. He looked directly at her, "Don't you feel disgusted by such a face every day?"

When he noticed the astonishment in her eyes, his heart twisted, and he looked away again.

Under the bright light, one side of the man's face was cold and handsome, while the other side had staggered scars, like several centipedes crawling around, and his skin was purple.

Looking at his face, Ye Mian covered her mouth and nose with her hands, feeling very distressed.

How much did he suffer?

She moved her heavy legs, walked towards him, bent down in front of him, and held his face.

Qiao Zhanbei met her tearful face, he turned his face away hard, and faced her with a perfect side profile.

But Ye Mian forcefully turned to his other cheek, and kissed it without hesitation, "Aside from feeling sorry for you, why would I be disgusted? When I was disfigured, did you ever disgust my face?"

Listening to her words, Qiao Zhanbei gritted his teeth, "I don't accept it myself."

"If you don't accept it, you can have plastic surgery. Isn't my face cured? We can find the best famous doctor in the world to treat your lower body. We will face it together. We agreed to share weal and woe. Then you pushed me away and hid I..." She knelt down in front of him, looked up at him, her tone was a little accusatory, but she felt sorry for him.

Qiao Zhanbei closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly uttered the words from the bottom of his heart, "Ye Mian, don't talk about being in the same boat through thick and thin, I don't even have the courage to face you now. You say I'm machismo, say I'm self-righteous, say I'm Everything is fine, I admit, I am selfish, when I face you now, I just feel that I am not worthy of you, it is very painful...I don't care about your feelings..."

"I beg you, let's go, I just want to be alone." He just wanted to hide in the dark and lick the wound alone.

When he was talking, he didn't even look at her, and avoided her gaze, as if he was so unbearable in her eyes.

In fact, it was his own self-esteem at work.

Ye Mian thought of her former self.

Because of low self-esteem, she only dared to like him secretly and often avoided him.

How proud he was once, how inferior he is now.

With tears in her eyes, she looked at the proud man who had fallen into the quagmire in front of her. She caressed his cheek with trembling fingers, feeling the warmth of his skin, "I can't bear you... I respect you, I'll go... it's almost dawn Now, you go to bed early and let me take care of you to lie down, okay?"

There was begging in her tone.

Qiao Zhanbei's Adam's apple rolled, and he turned to look at her who was squatting in front of him with tears on her face. He resisted the urge to hold her in his arms to comfort him, and said cruelly, "No need."

He backed the wheelchair, avoiding her, avoiding her.

"Grandpa and grandma, tell them I'm alive, don't tell them where I am. Qiao Qiao... I don't want to see her either." Thinking of her daughter, Qiao Zhanbei's heart twitched.

Mu Qiang's little girl definitely doesn't want to see a father in a wheelchair.

Ye Mian watched him enter the room, she didn't rush forward to force him, she wiped her tears, turned and went downstairs.

In the dark bedroom, with a "ding" sound, the lighter burst into a blue flame. Qiao Zhanbei lit a cigarette, took a few deep breaths, and poured himself another glass of spirits.

When I'm drunk, I don't think about anything.

The cold wind was piercing, Ye Mian was walking in the villa area, wearing only a sweater and trousers, she was talking on the phone while walking.

"Fengmingyuan villa area, building 22, you immediately send someone to watch over, Mr. Qiao lives here." She explained to her subordinates, fearing that he would run away again.

Just after hanging up the phone, she turned around when she heard footsteps behind her.

It was the upright girl in the villa, who handed her a long dark red down jacket, and said in a hearty voice, "It's too cold outside, you came out without even wearing a coat, why are you leaving?"